It’s surprisingly easy to drive a golf cart, I thought, as I cruised down the Tantamount Studios roads. Thankfully there was hardly any traffic, so it didn’t matter if I veered around a little when I looked down to double-check the map. I was pretty sure I was going the right way until I saw Lot 1 and realised I’d somehow wound up on the other side of the studio property.
I hadn’t figured out how to back up the golf cart, so I did a U-turn instead and headed back the way I’d come. I looked at my watch: I’d already wasted fifteen minutes. According to Ben, I could have walked to Lot 9 in that time. I gunned the engine, making it go at top speed, which, for the golf cart, was about twenty kilometres an hour.
And then, like a beacon in the distance, I saw it. Lot 9! I sped down the road toward it, when suddenly, from out of nowhere, two live camels walked onto the road, right into my path.
Live camels! I thought I was hallucinating. I swerved as hard as I could to the left – and almost careened into ten belly dancers, walking behind the camels. It was like being in a movie, but it wasn’t a movie, it was just stuff for a movie. I swerved as hard as I could to the right—
And smashed into a very expensive-looking sports car parked near the entrance to Lot 9.
The last thing I remembered was the golf cart tipping...
Me, tumbling out of the golf cart...
The sharp, searing sensation of my flesh, skidding across the asphalt...
And the golf cart, landing on top of me.